01x03 - Gersinho

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Good morning.

Come on, hot stuff...

What's going on?

Are you avoiding me?

You didn't even show up at the bakery.

I'm starting to get worried.

Call me back, all right?

Bye.

-Who are you talking to?
-It's none of your business.

My mom said
you need look after me today.

-What?
-And take me to school.

Breathe in, Cassandra. And breathe out.

You told them it was just for one day.

Now, go. Take care of this.

Leide, get out of there!

I'm going.

Come on, Leide!

I'll be right there.

Leide, get out of my bathroom!

SEPTEMBER MORNINGS

Jesus...

Didn't we agree
you were leaving today?

Yes, but City Hall is hiring
and holding interviews this afternoon.

If it's later,
why do I have to watch the brat now?

Because they asked for a résumé

and I don't have one,
so I need to get that done.

-Help me out.
-Leide, I'm not dumb. Take him with you.

f*ck, you act like a woman, but you can't
look after your own son for five minutes?

I gotta babysit to be a woman now?

I don't know about that,

but it's no use changing the outside
when you still act like a jerk.

Take that back now.
No one told you to have the brat.

My name is Gersinho.

Cassandra...

You want us to leave, right?

Well, then...

If I get this City Hall job,
it's a real job.

You know?
With an actual contract and everything.

Leide, my bike's in the repair shop
and it won't be ready before noon.

-I can't watch him.
-So what?

My car's broken too and that's never
kept me from taking him anywhere.

It's the last thing I'll ask of you.

I promise.

It'd better be.
No more tricks, from now on.

-No more tricks.
-Relax, babe. Today's my lucky day.

You know when you get that feeling?

And listen.

Stop calling him "brat."
He's got a name. All right?

Son, come here.

Let's put your shirt on
and get you ready for school.

Come on, take that off.

You need a haircut, huh?

-Behave yourself, okay?
-Okay.

Bye, sweetie.

Thanks, girl.

-Bye, kiddo.
-Bye, Mom.

-Wish me luck!
-Good luck, Mom!

That's it!

Hey, get me a deodorant from over there.
I need to get something here.

Hi, good morning.

I need birth control pills, please.
Desogestrel, one box.

Here, Dad.

First, stop calling me "Dad"
once and for all.

Second, I use women's deodorant.

You still don't get it?

Look at me.

Do you think I smell like a man?

You're very pretty, Dad.

Can you buy me one?

Mine is old. It's hurting my gums. Look.

Seventeen reais for a toothbrush? No way.

Let's take this one.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

This one is for adults.

The best one for your son is the one
with superheroes, which is softer.

-Then I won't buy either.
-Okay.

That'll be 70 reais, please.

-Here's the exact change.
-Perfect.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Hey...

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Want some?
-No.

EDUCATION
HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE

WORK EXPERIENCE
SALESPERSON

Need some help, miss?

Do you have a job for me?

I don't cook or clean,
but I make better coffee than this.

-Is it that bad? Really?
-Jeez.

Can I take a look?

-We can spruce up this résumé.
-Really?

-If you want.
-I sure do.

Excuse me.

-What's the position?
-Some kind of desk job.

Got it.

We've got templates here
that could be helpful.

Here.

Not robotics...

There you go.
Accounting.

This is a good one.

-I like that.
-They like this stuff.

All right, work experience...

-Is that all you have?
-That's all.

I sell chips and candy on the streets,
but I can't put that on my résumé.

Why not?

Check this out.

Sales entrepreneur.

-Freelance worker.
-That's nice.

-You have to talk yourself up.
-Yeah!

-Right?
-Here...

Let's add this one here,
"basic computer skills."

-I'm really good with Solitaire, FreeCell.
-Got it.

All right! You got the hang of it.

Is this "little help" gonna cost me extra?

No, I'm helping you as a friend.

Now, if you get the job,
you could come back and buy me a beer.

-Yeah?
-Just to let me know if it worked.

Okay.

How about this? If I don't get the job,
I'll come back and you buy me a beer.

-Sure thing. And an appetizer, too.
-We have a deal then.

Oh...

I forgot to put
my cell phone number here.

Yeah.

-That's important.
-Very important.

-It is, isn't it?
-Very.

Did the bell ring?
What time is it?

The school is closed?

Did you know about this?

School closes
when teachers are mobilizing.

f*cking sh*t!

Now what?

There's a park nearby.
Do you want to see it? It has a pond.

No time for a park, kid.
I have a lot of things to do today.

-Hi, Gersinho!
-Hi.

This is my dad.

I thought you'd have bigger boobs.

-This is Grazy.
-This is Grazy?

Seriously, I thought
you'd be more like Iolanda.

Iolanda is really tall.
You know her, right? Iolanda?

No.

She turns tricks with my mom.
On the avenue, next to the plaza.

-Tricks?
-You know what that means, right?

I bet Gersinho doesn't.

-Of course I do.
-What is it then?

-It's like... what my dad does.
-I don't turn tricks, kiddo.

-Aren't you a deliveryman?
-A deliverywoman.

Gersinho, you're so dumb!

-Auntie, can you take me for a ride?
-No. Wait here, I'm calling your mom.

She's really cool.

Leide?

For f*ck's sake, Leide!

I have a rehearsal, lots of things to do.
I get here and the school's on strike!

What do you want me to do, Cassandra?
I just got here for the interview.

What? What do you mean?

Relax, it'll be fine.
It's my lucky day, remember?

They're interviewing here, right?
Bye, darling.

This is the line, right?

What does "turn tricks" mean?

Ask your mother.

She'll explain it to you.

Is it like selling stuff on the street?

Sort of.

HI. MISS YOU.
WHERE ARE YOU?

DID U COME BY MY PAD
LAST NIGHT?

CALL ME, IVALDO!
YOU OK?

Steak parmigiana and fries.

Anything else?

Geez, I'm starving.

-Hi. How can I help you?
-The kid needs a haircut.

-Me? Says who?
-Your mother.

What kind of haircut, champ?

Whatever takes the longest.

I can give you a stylish cut.
How about that?

Cool.

I'm paying in advance.

-The stylish cut costs more, lady.
-Then do the regular cut.

But that'll be quick.

Have a seat, champ.

You're next.

Wait for me here.

-Where you going?
-I gotta deal with an issue.

Don't worry, he's gonna look great.

Here you are. Thank you.

Hi, there.

Yes?

Yes.

Just a second.

Cassandra, blurt it all out.
Don't think twice. I'm with you.

Hi.

Ivaldo, in every mercury light bulb,
I see the light of your eyes.

Overpasses pass you by,
but you forget to return.

Are you okay?

No.

Okay, let me finish with that table
and we'll talk a bit, all right?

I'm so lame.

Love is lame, baby.

It sucks, right?

Can I have some?

Just a moment
and I'll give you an awesome cut.

Your mom's gonna love it.

She's actually my dad.

I see.

That's cool, huh?

There's some comics over there.

Since they showed up,
it's all gone to sh*t.

I've been hauling the kid around all day
like a delivery... to nowhere!

For God's sake! A son is not a package.

Hot stuff, the point is... it's temporary.

Soon they'll be out of my place
and out of my life.

-It'll all be back to normal. That's it.
-Cassandra, a son is not temporary.

A son changes everything.
Just like cilantro in a dish, you know?

No.

Having a child affects everything for you.
And affects us.

No, it won't.
Plus, they'll be gone soon.

Why didn't you come get me?

Why didn't you get a haircut?

I waited for half an hour.
I didn't want a haircut.

-Holy sh*t. You see?
-Relax, it's all good.

-You don't care about me.
-You only realized that now?

Great! I don't have time
to look after a big baby like you.

You know what? Life was better
when I didn't have a father.

Where are you going, kiddo?

Ivaldo...

Ivaldo!

You see...

A few days ago,
Cassandra didn't even know you existed.

And that's the way she is, anyway.

She's like that with me, too.

She's always knocking me down!

What's your relationship with my dad?

I'm...

I'm just a friend.

-My name is Ivaldo.
-Mine is Gerson.

What kind of friend are you?

Look, Gerson...

You need to understand that...

Cassandra might not be what you expected.

She's...

different.

-She's a woman.
-But she's my dad.

I need to get back to the restaurant.

Do you want a soda?

Cassandra, I'm dumbfounded by that story.

Tell me about it.

-Doesn't she have a job? What does she do?
-No idea. I hadn't seen her in ten years.

I shouldn't even pay you for that show.

But I can see you're in deep sh*t.

Do you think you could front me
next week's pay?

What?

Are you on crack, Cassandra?

I have to go pick up my bike now.

I haven't made a cent since it broke down.

You know I never ask for favors.
I really need it.

Here.

Thank you so much.

-Let's do this, Dé.
-On it, Cassi.

In your car
As you cross the interchange

At sixty miles per hour
My love

All you have now
Is the engine's warm embrace

And at my office
Where I work

I get rich
and the more my money I make

The less love I get

In every mercury light bulb

I see the light of your eyes

Squares and overpasses pass you by

But you forget to come back

To come back

Come back

On the Corcovado
It is me, with my arms wide open

In Copacabana

This week
The sea, it is me

And the butterflies
Of my former self

Are settling down

Wanna be a singer, too?

Among the flowers on the paved roads
You set foot on

And the skid marks

On wet roads

Are two empty paths

You take to run from your own

In my apartment
On the eight floor

I open the window
And scream at the speeding cars

I'm your eternity

It is me

On the Corcovado

It is me, with my arms wide open

In Copacabana

This week
The sea, it is me

Perverse is the youth of my heart

That cannot tell cruelty

From passion

If you ever need to leave the boy
at our place,

Ari and I would love to have him.

Goddess willing,
that day will never come.

That's all I needed.
That's Leide's problem.

Speaking of which,
let me see where she is.

That girl is a master trickster, you know.

In Copacabana

This week, the sea, it is me

On the Corcovado
It's me, with my arms wide open

In Copacabana
This week, the sea

It is me

Co... Copa...

Got the straps, cables, pedals...

Guitar picks... I think that's all.

Gersinho, come here.

I need you to talk to your mom.

What?

You said my name.

Don't get me wrong, but what was
your mom was thinking

when she named you Gerson?
No one is called Gerson anymore.

And, by the way...

You could do the same
and show me some respect.

I'm a woman.

My name is Cassandra.

Tell her, "Mom, Cassandra's
picking up her bike to make deliveries

so I need to stay with you." Okay?

-Can I come along?
-No.

Not today.

Who knows, maybe some day
I might take you for a ride.

Tell her she needs to watch you now, okay?

Okay.

-Hi, Mom.
-Hi, Gersinho.

Are you coming? It's getting late.

Well, son, I'm still here.

The line was huge, packed with people,
like a busy street on Christmas,

But it's almost my turn. Wish me luck!

There you go.
Tell your dad, okay?

All right, then. Love you.

Well...

I really needed some time off
from motherhood.

You have a son?

No! I work as a nanny sometimes.

But nannies are like real moms, right?

Nannies and cell phones.
Kids are lying around, motherless.

-Right.
-This is almost empty.

-Shall we order another one?
-Sure.

-Let's do that.
-This one's warm already.

Gersinho. Have a seat. Look.

-Décio knows I don't show this to anyone.
-It's his treasure chest.

The entire club's history
is in this booklet.

Every championship, every victory.

-You can borrow it, okay?
-Okay.

What about this?

That's a ticket to the 2002 Brazilian
Championship final match.

-He almost had a heart attack on that day.
-VIP ticket.

You really promise you'll take me
to a game one day?

Of course, kid!
We can have heart attacks together.

-What are you wearing here?
-A cassock.

Are you a priest?

I used to be. Not anymore.

Why not?

Let's just say he couldn't be a priest
and a Santos fan at the same time.

So what do you do now?

Now? I'm a full-time Santos fan.

It's much better.

Yeah.

Get out, get out!

-Wait! Don't turn on the lights!
-What's going on?

-Wait! Damn...
-f*ck.

-Is she your girlfriend?
-Girlfriend, my a*s!

-Get out ! My home is not a hotel!
-Easy, lady. I'm a good person.

But I'm not.

Gersinho said
you had a delivery far away.

It doesn't matter. Are you insane?

For f*ck's sake!

-What are you doing?
-I'm losing it, can't you see?

Enough! Get out of my place.
You too, Leide. Get out! Scram!

Just a second...

-Bye, baby.
-Bye.

Call me later, okay?

f*ck, Cassandra.

It's been a long time
since a hot guy came my way.

I couldn't resist. I'm sorry.

-Tomorrow I'll grab my stuff and...
-Tomorrow? There's no tomorrow.

You're gonna get your stuff and leave now.

-Wait. Where's Gersinho?
-At Décio and Ari's place.

sh*t, Cassandra.

I ask you to watch your son once

and you leave him
with two strangers?

Don't change the subject.
They're not strangers.

You and the kid are the strangers.

You got three minutes.

What?

Your ride to their place arrives in three.

Pick up the boy, get out of my life,
and never come back. Got it?

Cassandra...

Two minutes. Scram!

Well done, Cassandra!

But we can't let our guard down.

They could be outside that door right now,
ready to strike again.

Hot stuff, I have something to tell you.

I've shipped the package.

Now we can inaugurate the studio.

See you soon.

Bye.

In your car
As you cross the interchange

At sixty miles per hour
My love

All you have now

Is the engine's warm embrace

And at my office
Where I work

I get rich
and the more my money I make

The less love I get

In every mercury light bulb

I see the light of your eyes

Squares and overpasses pass you by

But you forget to come back

To come back

Come back

On the Corcovado
It's me, with my arms wide open

In Copacabana
This week, the sea, it is me

And the butterflies
Of my former self are settling down

Among the flowers on the paved roads
You set foot on

And the skid marks
On the wet roads

Are two empty paths
You take to run from your own

In my apartment
On the eight floor

I open the window
And scream at the speeding cars

I am your eternity!

It is me